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Some things are constant in this crazy old world
Like the sun coming up every morn
Butterflies spreading pollen from flower to flower
And joy when each babe is born
Though difficult at times to see past the clouds
Sunshine always follows the rain
Since the beginning of time, day's follow night
Good times will return once again
So please take heart on your darkest of days
Though troubles seem insurmountable
You're the only one in control of your destiny
No one else can be held accountable
Some things are constant in this crazy old world
Like the love that you feel for life
It's the greatest feeling in the whole wide world
But for the lasting love of your wife
Your physical body still excites me
Your whispers so loved in my ears
Your strong arms protect me
Your hand fits in mine
We have traveled so far through the years.
Why you chose me I still do not know
My faults are too many to list
You saw the truth of my inner self
There was nothing hidden you missed.
To know me so well
To love me so real
How do you justify that?
In sickness and health
You take care of me
In all of the good times and bad.
I love you so deep
From now until death
Our paths are linked to the end
I will spend the entire rest of my life
Choosing you over and over again.
My life, my death ...
I appreciate the concern, really
I know you're the kind of person who feels responsible for everyone
I've always known that, and it's not a bad thing
I honestly admire that SO much, and wish I could be more like you
But here's the thing that I don't believe you're considering:
I don't WANT to be saved ... for any reason
There's a point in life, (for some people, certainly not all)
Of diminishing returns, thus ...
Where the pain - emotional, mental or physical, (or all three)
Overwhelms the desire to be alive ... to be here
And, in the grand scheme of things, a person can NOT be denied that choice
Outwardly it may seem like the grand thing, the compassionate thing
The caring and kind thing, to "save" a person's life
But in SO many instances, as I have witnessed and learned
A life is not being SAVED, a DEATH is being denied
A human is being robbed of the choice to END that suffering and agony
And that is not a good or kind or thoughtful thing at all
I know this is hard for you to hear, but listen with your heart and understand
I hurt, in every way imaginable, and it is not going away
And though I love you with all I am, and embraced life with my being
I have reached the breaking point, I am DONE ... and I must go
I adore you so, especially for this need you have to repair the world
But you must release me, and do so with love ...
For I don't need saving, I need understanding and allowance
I need you to know that I will never be farther away than your heart
That I am leaving for good reasons, that my pain is lifted
That I will miss you, and that my spirit will finally be free ... to soar
Do not let fall any tears of sadness for my sake
Let those damp drops be badges of joy for my healing
Let each one fall with a happy remembrance of good times
And let them wash any doubt or guilt from your mind and spirit ...
My life, my death ... I love you.
(This is a view of suicide that many people fail to consider, and a subject that we must talk about much more than we do ... I am making no judgements here).
It seems to me
Too good to be true
The you to me
And me to you
The world is shifting
But not us two
We’ve had a spat
A time or two
But here we are
As good as new
We go way back
Like all the way
I was a pest
You wouldn’t play
But even then we knew
We were a team
We weren’t alone
By any means
The older we grew
The closer we became
By this time, we knew
We were one in the same
And though there were times
Over the years
Our paths weren’t aligned
We looked to our peers
We made it back
To me and you
Got back on track
As we were meant to do
We balance each other
The perfect duet
We laugh at past lovers
And more good times, yet
You are the one
Who already knows
Any story worth telling
You starred in the show
A party of two
Our VIP club
Times we’ve lived through
Things we both love
This feels so cliche
But you get my jokes
It’s cheesy to say
The milk to my oats
I guess, what I mean
Is something inside
It cannot be seen
Trust me, I’ve tried
It has to be felt
I can’t even describe
You are my person
We are a tribe
It was an early fall morning when our paths crossed
He was looking for help, I was doing my job
He started talking bout good times, and the life that he'd lived
But you could hear the pain in his voice, as he told me this
He asked, son are you married? I said no sir I'm not
But the woman of my dreams, just broke my heart
It was a week ago Wednesday, I thought my whole world was right
But she said she was scared, now I'm alone in my life
He told me bout the one he lost, about a year ago
55 years of marriage with 3 kids to show
Said sometimes late at night when he sits down for a bite
He can see her silhouette, look him in the eyes
I could see myself in that old mans eyes
I could see all the pain, that he felt inside
I could imagine the thousands, of tears that he cried
And the reflection of me, in that old mans eyes
They Say It ain't what you say but how you say it
so tell me, how do you get across the truth knowing
how people are gonna look at you after the moment
it's spoken. I mean people hate it but love it so
addictive like 2nd hand smoking me, I'm like a
sponge when it comes to knowledge yeah I'm
still soaking my man got his life taking away from
him before his time and for me dat was like a wake up call
but I've learned never mind the good times how you gone
react when things hit rock bottom, can you still stand tall
It's hard doing right when every things gone wrong
how you goin catch dat hailmary pass when you outta bounds
life ain't nothin but a choice of who you goin stay loyal to
Your Lord & Savior, or ya homeboys ya know them niggaz
dat always held you down. What's reality for me?
Knowing at the wrong place or wrong time I could leave
this world and my seed would be fatherless, but looking
out my scope with all the snakes & rats I encountered
its hard to see who's the real target and yeah I'm
Holy so I got gifted hands like Ben Carson, and as a black man
I'm only trying to reach what we call freedom and man can't
live off bread alone so for my son's sake the holy scriptures
I gotta continue to feed him. So if this ain't harsh reality
somebody tell me, whats the fate of another lost soul,
just another statistic to the streets that came from
an unstable home
Time is such a fragile thing
Not knowing what it will bring
Each day holding something new
Seconds, minutes, hours too
Sometimes ticking by too fast
We need to make it really last
Sharing good times with our friends
Never letting our love end
Memories we wont forget
Always forgive, don't regret
The bad times that you might find
Leave your worries far behind
Laugh and smile all you can
Give someone a helping hand
Doing the things in your heart
Is a perfect way to start
Gathering the happiness
Never stop or you might miss
A once in a lifetime chance
A miracle that will enhance
Your life for the better so
Let the feelings in you show
The way to a life of fun
Never stop once you have begun
I pray for your faith
That it will always sustain you
Bring you through the worst
And abide with you in good times
I pray for your hope
That it always makes a way
Even where there seems no chance
There is always a opportunity
I pray for your joy
That it keeps you filled up
With a feeling of pure compassion
Sensitivity filled with acceptance
I pray for your peace
That it leaves you with serenity
Brings you the true harmony
That withstands all chaotic moments
I pray for your strength
That you’re always filled with courage
And moments of pure resolution
That keeps you alive with enthusiasm
I pray for your fulfillment
That you are filled to overflowing
With a sense of overwhelming caring
That comes from knowing the Lord
I pray for your love
That it may always come from above
Filling you with more kindness
Than could be spoken with mere words
When the trees release their leaves and they crash softly to the ground
And summer moves along to warm a different face
We may miss playin in the sunshine, with good friends sharing good times
While the summer may move on, the memories stay
I remember taking the training wheels off of my bike for the very first time
And I remember most of my high school days
My first kiss, learning to drive and the first time I stayed out all night
While the days of my youth are behind me - the memories stay
My mother and my daddy have both now moved on
Many friends and relations have also gone away
I will never hear them laugh again, those days have come and gone
While our loved ones may move on - their memories stay
And I’m thankful for the memories - may they never go away
I want to hold them close and feel their warmth, each and every day
I look forward to making new ones, that will cheer me when skies are grey
They lift me up when I’m feeling down, I’m so grateful that memories stay
A dedicated verse to CURTIS MOORMAN---IN WRITING HIS PRAISE WRITE ON
O’ beautiful humanity
Fellow brothers of iniquities, yet saved graciously
Write on, write on
Rolling heaven clouds, soar
Let not hands and fingers never still
Be alive continue to write peace be still
Keep mindful of God’s quills
Remember thought
Redeeming times be witness will
Pen in hand
Hand on keyboard
Write on, write on
Share those the words from co-creator God
He whom gives to us one and all
Freedom surely becksNcalls
Write on, write on
Rest not the testimony
Your testimony for the peoples
Raise high your hands write those pieces
Of letters stern ever firm full of grace places smiles on faces
Reprove, be moved by love not choice
Write on, write those encouraging verse
Be loud, be Godly proud
Write a verse, nev’er stop
Even least one in good times or bad
Write on whether happy or sad
If the gift you choose God given you
You won’t use
Use it before you lose it mankind needs you
Let not the wind still
In writings always praise, praise
Praise, praise, praise, praise, praise
HIM
Write ON, Write On,
Write ON
1/6/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©